I love this. Beck’s newest song, I’m rationing it. Only once per day. Because the experience of it is so precious and delicious.
I loved it before I discovered the music video, but even more so now.
In that, a young woman, probably a preteen, marches through a raucous party to rescue her beloved, who is passed out and wetting himself atop a pool table. He clearly couldn’t handle his liquor, and was unprepared for this.
She’s aware of what he’s done and the video is mostly her gathering armor and weapons to push through the hordes between her and her beloved.
It’s not clear whether he’s intended to be her brother or her boyfriend or what. No matter what, it’s clear she loves him vehemently and even violently.
There’s a lot of subtlety in this video, worth perusing and enjoying a few times. However, what struck me was how it resonated in the depths of me.
The boy on the pool table was me, drunk with hedonism and unconscious to the love that she – God, MY beloved, and my highest self were waiting to show.
At first I thought, “Wow that’s her who has been fighting for me to wake up to her delicious monogamous love, she’s out there waiting for me…” Then I realized, it’s my feminine self, the part of me that allows and receives, but juxtaposed in power and purpose. The masculine has to let go fully in order to receive, and the feminine becomes powerful in giving. It’s time to be empowered in allowing, to fight through the crappy ideas of my needing to cause or force something to happen, both internally in expressing my highest self and also externally in creating what I want in the world.
I’m playing with these meanings because they fit me and no one else, both the idea of the masculine/feminine duality playing out this way.
Art is incomplete without the participation and interaction of the observer.
Recipe for bliss #401: Orbit what you love. Discover hidden meanings meant by G-d only for you. Share your joy.